Exercising After A Mastectomy
I got up well before noon for once, put my sweats on which was a feat in itself, located my iPod, and walked out the door. I wasn’t counting on the dumb dog either or I would have tied her up first. Before all you animal lovers get your undies in a bunch and think that I don’t give attention to our dog, you’re wrong. I play with her all the time, but when I go for a walk, I’m in another world and like to be alone.
Halfway up the driveway, Lexie (the dumb dog) followed me. “Lexie, stay.” Lexie stayed. For about two seconds. A few more steps. “Lexie, sit.” Lexie sat. For two more seconds. By this time, I wanted to club her ears but I couldn’t catch her. She’s in good shape, unlike me who is overweight and just had surgery a month ago.
She went flying all over the neighborhood doing who knows what while I fumed walking around my yard (admiring all the newly-weeded flowerbeds, but that’s beside the point). At least one of us got exercise this morning. But who’s laughing now? She’s tied up and I got my walk in after all.
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